"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
IF ONLY
Why are you still fucking talking
Because the words out of my mouth have meaning
Yet your homespun philosophy bores me
At least I don’t feel compelled by needless preening
Do you think that this is it?
That our relationship is built on shit ?
Well, it’s you that cannot follow instruction
You know what ? I’m done, I quit !
I hope that isn’t an attempt at seduction
If only.
Written in collaboration with @Matt at aprolificpotpourri.wordpress.com ©2023
Isn’t it just amazing
What reading aloud can do
How through someone else’s voice
Your story can feel all the more true
I’m honoured you picked this piece, my friend,
And have given it life anew
I may well have written the words
But here the credit belongs to you
A huge thanks to Matt Snyder of https://aprolicicpotpourri.art/
https://anchor.fm/matt-david-snyder/embed/episodes/The-Bakery-Aisle-ev39s1 A short story about love by my favorite writer/collaborator friend from Northern Scotland, Little Charmer.
Short Story Saturday: The Bakery Aisle
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